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Mike Mullin SUNRISE To Peggy Tierney for believing Chapter 1 I left the farmhouse in the darkest hour of the night to make a weapon. The light from my oil lamp drew a pitiful circle of gray against the snow around my feet. Other lamps and torches shone here and there amid the ramshackle refugee encampment surrounding Uncle Pauls farm, fading pockets of humanity in the chaotic dark. People huddled within the lights, cleaning guns and sharpening knives. By sunrise Id reached the dead forest behind ...